Chapter 60 Kill

On Jiuyou Huangquan, a battle is going on in full swing.

This is a battle between a Hundred Ghost Night Boat and a Fufeng Ghost Wolf Boat.

Thousands of ghost soldiers were entangled together in a chaotic mess. There were howling ghosts, dark winds and deathly energy everywhere.

And in the yellow spring water at the center of these ghost soldiers, a death soldier was floating and sinking in the water, constantly changing its shape. One moment it turned into a hooking sickle, and the next it turned into a huge funeral nail.

The ghost soldiers fought for it, and the death weapon kept changing its owner.

But no ghost can hold it for more than one second.

Despite this, the ghost soldiers were still coming one after another, and the ghost generals all used underworld spells together to kill each other with all their strength.

Even in the sky, there are two ghost figures fighting each other.

"Tieba, the hook is mine, you can't take it away!"

A Yaksha shouted loudly, and it turned out to be Morosh.

His blue-grey body was as hard as steel, and the steel fork in his hand emitted rounds of majestic force, hitting the ghost master opposite.

The ghost master he was fighting was an armored corpse that had been practicing for thousands of years. He had cultivated the Chisha Gang Qi, and his body was stronger than gold and iron. He came and went like flying. He was not afraid of Morosh's steel fork and directly used his copper skin to fight. Resist with iron bones. It moves like the wind, its claws contain poison, and it howls from time to time when attacking.

The Yaksha clan has always been characterized by their physical strength in the underworld, and the armored corpses are also famous for their copper skin and iron bones. Once these two guys face off, it will be a head-on battle. The two sides were seen going back and forth, and every move and every move was filled with wild energy.

Seeing that he could not hold down the thousand-year-old armored corpse for a while, Namoroshi felt impatient in his heart. He suddenly shouted loudly and grabbed the air with his big hand. He saw black mist rising over the surrounding fields and sweeping towards the center of the battle. The black mist There are also purple electric lights jumping faintly in the middle.

The black mist continues to condense, and the purple lightning inside becomes more and more numerous and thicker.

In the end, the black mist condensed into a huge black ball, and the purple electric light formed a huge light prison.

Morosh screamed ferociously: "Purple lightning transforms into prison, thunder is invincible, kill me!"

Although Yashas are known for their physical strength, it does not mean that they cannot save people with magic.

As nobles of the underworld, their biggest feature is that they can practice like humans.

The huge ball of purple lightning turned into endless lightning and fell towards the Millennium Armored Corpse.

Seeing this ferocious purple lightning, the thousand-year-old armored corpse roared into the air. In the violent roar, huge waves of power surged out of the body, and they condensed around the body as if they were substantial. Then the thousand-year-old armored corpse He raised his arms and wrapped up the condensed power, facing the purple lightning in the sky.

boom!

A fierce collision broke out between heaven and earth.

The streaks of purple lightning that landed on the thousand-year-old armored corpse were blasted away, scattered, and shattered by his fists!

This armored corpse is like a roaring giant, fearless in the face of the fierce sky.

However, no matter how strong he was, the purple lightning in the sky seemed to fall endlessly. The armored corpse gradually lost strength under the constant bombardment, and its resistance began to weaken. The lightning stopped disintegrating, and fell on the body of the thousand-year-old armored corpse. Even though the armored corpse was strong, it was blown to pieces all over its body. The originally indestructible and strong body gradually fell into pieces, and the wild roar became deeper.

Morosh continued to bombard him politely. Casting this spell cost him a lot of mana, and his face was already pale, but the excitement of victory seriously stimulated him.

He laughed crazily and shouted: "Die, die, all of them die!"

The purple electric light suddenly dispersed, no longer just targeting armored corpses, but encompassing all the hostile ghosts in the area.

How could the ghosts resist Morosh's tyrannical methods, and they died one after another.

The battle was ultimately won by Morosh.

Seeing the successful hook, Morosh couldn't help but laugh wildly.

At this moment, a voice came from a leisurely voice: "Congratulations, fifth brother, for getting another death weapon."

Morosh's heart tightened, and he suddenly looked towards the sky, and saw Tang Jie standing in the distance with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile on his face. It's just that the smile under his Yaksha image looks ferocious no matter how you look at it.

Seeing "Morozhi" suddenly appear, Moroch suddenly shuddered.

At that moment, he sensitively sensed something was wrong.

Moroch said in a deep voice: "Morozhi, do you want to steal the treasure from me? According to the rules, this hook is already mine. I have officially taken it. You can't interfere again."

As he spoke, he touched his forehead, and actually pierced it, bringing out a drop of blood, which he then flicked downwards.

I saw the hook suddenly emitting a bloody brilliance.

Then I saw the ghost soldier who had previously held the hook suddenly let out a scream and fell to the deck, twitching continuously.

As it twitched, a large amount of white smoke came out of the ghost soldier's body. In the smoke, you could see the ghost soldier's body twisting continuously, emitting strange ripples, and gradually transformed into a dog-headed deadpool.

It turns out that this is how Deadpool came to be.

After the dog-headed Deadpool appeared, he stood up again and stood behind Morosh holding the Scythe of Hook, officially representing his position.

Seeing that this step was completed, Morosh was relieved. In fact, the hook he just collected can be interrupted. If so, theoretically the hook is not his, and Morozhi can indeed snatch it away. But now that the Death Soldier has recognized his master, according to the rules, Marozhi cannot take action.

Morosh laughed loudly and said: "Gou Duan is no longer yours, why don't you leave quickly!"

Tang Jie tilted his head: "Have I ever said that I came here to snatch the Death Divine Weapon?"

Moro Shi was stunned and looked at Tang Jie: "Then what do you want?"

Tang Jie said in a manly voice: "What else could it be... Of course it's your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Jie raised the Zhuxie Seal and pressed it down in the air.

As soon as the evil-killing seal with divine power was cast, a majestic aura fell from the sky and immediately made the ghosts scream.

Morosh became even more perplexed and shouted, "How is that possible?"

No matter how hostile they were to each other, he and Morozhi were brothers and both knew each other's ins and outs. How could Morozhi emit this kind of sacred attack energy that could specifically restrain the ghost race?

While shocked, the terrifying blows from Tang Jie were falling crazily. With each handprint slap, the ghosts below were caught off guard and almost died in one blow.

Especially since they had just experienced a battle before, their strength was greatly reduced, their mana was weak, and even their formations were scattered.

Low-level ghost soldiers cannot form a war, that is, they are a piece of loose sand, unable to take advantage of quantitative transformation into qualitative transformation, and are destined to be swept away.

Tang Jie took action at the right time. He killed 30% of Morosh's ghost soldiers in just an instant. Even several ghost generals died. The casualties were shocking.

"Kill him!" Morosh shouted.

The three Deadpools and the remaining ghosts rushed out together.

However, what greeted them was Tang Jie who rushed out of the black mist on a boat. The three ghost kings greeted the three dead waiters at the same time.

Morosh was horrified when he saw that Tang Jie's boat was actually full of soldiers. He had no time to think about why this was happening. He shouted and handed out the steel fork. A strong air flow surged out from the steel fork and stabbed Tang Jie directly. .

With its ghost king level strength, it would be very difficult to deal with Tang Jie head-on.

But at that moment, facing Morosh's attack, Tang Jie murmured: "Demon Slayer Fist!"

Punch out!

The War Emperor's Catalog, which had been hidden by Tang Jie, finally reappeared at this moment, but it was different.

As Tang Jie punched out, there was a sudden surge in his fist, and a dragon-shaped energy surged out from his fist, roaring out of Tang Jie's body and facing Morosh's steel fork.

The angry dragon roared with divine power. Morosh was horrified to find that the attack he had made with all his strength was completely crushed by this punch. Not only that, that terrifying force roared along his steel fork and crushed him.

"Ouch!" Morosh yelled, stimulating all the strength in his body to resist.

The demon-destroying fist fell straight down and hit Morosh like a mountain, crushing him down, and then he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. But Morosh swayed a few times and managed to hold on. But his face was as pale as gold, and he looked so ugly that he seemed about to fall down in the next moment.

Tang Jie smiled: "Not bad, it's just a pity."

He blew.

A gust of wind blew from the sky.

The wind was not strong, but when it fell on Morosh, his expression suddenly changed and he fell to his knees with a bang.

It turned out that resisting Tang Jie's punch just now had stimulated all his strength. At this moment, with just one punch, he could no longer hold on.

In fact, with its strength, it would not have been defeated by Tang Jie with a single strike of the Demon-Destroying Fist. But his previous battle with the thousand-year-old zombie had consumed too much power, and he was unable to do so. Then he faced Tang Jie's full-strength Demon-Slaying Fist, and it was naturally difficult to support it. Otherwise, Tang Jie's punch would have consumed a lot of energy. If he was allowed to survive, there was no telling who would be killed.

At this moment, looking at Tang Jie in the sky, Morosh was shocked and angry, shouting: "You are not my brother!"

He finally came to his senses.

It is impossible for Marozhi to use this method, so the only explanation is that the other party is not Marozhi.

"I finally understand." Tang Jie smiled and said, "Speaking of which, all of this happened because of you."

As he said that, he casually lifted it off, and the Yaksha skin had receded, revealing Tang Jie's face, as well as that familiar human aura.

"It's you..." After hearing Tang Jie's words and feeling the familiar aura, Morosh suddenly understood.

The person in front of me is clearly the human being that I noticed but failed to find!

At that moment, he fully understood that Morozhi failed to pursue him and was killed by him instead. Then the other party actually pretended to be Morozhi and sneaked in!

What a courage, what a cunning method!

Morosh shouted at the top of his lungs: "What are you looking at? He is human, human!"

But there is no ghost physics for him.

On Tang Jie's Hundred Ghost Night Boat, all the ghosts had been controlled by him with psychic grass, and they were absolutely loyal to him.

"Don't waste your energy." Tang Jie said leisurely: "I'd better send you to meet your brother."

With a smooth stroke, a sword-like aura slashed out.

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